Fast Life

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Uhm, that fast life
What I'mma tell em, what I'mma tell them niggas
This that fast life, Tank Dawg
My mama told me, mama told me, my mama told me
yeah
Mama told me, boy, slow down, make this your last night
Too busy living in that fast life
Ducking from them squad cars, and them flashlights
That's just what comes with this fast life
Mama told me, boy, slow down, make this show last night
Too busy living in that fast life
Ducking from them squad cars, and them flashlights
That just what comes with this fast life
Fast life, you know that we livin
Homie, pipe down, dem hallows gon' get em
Sneak dissing shit, I really don't feel it
Yeah, I been chasing this sack, but you chasing bitches
Money in my pocket, can't pull up my britches
Been through the struggle, and god be my witness
Yeah, I get that pack and I don't fumble
30 deep, a royal rumble
What you talkin', bitch, don't mumble
I've stayed down and I been humbled
This that fast life, I'm up every night
Can't f*ck with these niggas, they be snakes
So get em out my sight
Niggas really in they feelings
Out here shooting for attention
When I catch you, I'ma split em
Nah, I ain't gon' miss em
I'm staying up on my pivot
No, you won't catch me slippin
Yeah, I just popped me a zany, put my demons to sleep
Fuckin' these bitches don't mean shit to me
No trust in these niggas, keep a pole when I sleep
Yeah, so how you reppin'
How you steppin'
Nigga go grab your weapon
Glock 17, 32 shots, boy, that's a new extension
Mama told me, boy, slow down, make this your last night
Too busy living in that fast life
Ducking from them squad cars, and them flashlights
That's just what comes with that fast life
Mama told me, boy, slow down, make this your last night
Too busy living in that fast life
Ducking from them squad cars, and them flashlights
That's just what comes with that fast life
Mama, I'm sorry for the shit that I did
But this is the life that I live
Heart so cold, ain't no love for no bitch
Shawty, I'm sorry, but I'm keepin' it real
Fast money, fell in love with the bills
Time to roll, bro, pass me a pill
Late night creeping so you know I got the steel
Gotta show a nigga how that hot shit feel
Can you feel my pain
This life real, not a game
And I'ma ride for you, would you ride for me
And I'll die for you, would you die for me
I love my niggas the same
Stayed down, they never changed
My brothers f*ck a gang
Loyalty is what I claim
Yeah, yeah, this shit get wicked, shit get wicked
No control in these streets
Keep your pole in your reach
These niggas really pottin' on the low
They set you up for the money
These bitches, they gon' go
In it, oh
Yeah, this shit get wicked, shit get wicked
Yeah, this shit get wicked
But how you reppin'
How you steppin'
Nigga, go grab your weapon
Glock 17, 32 shots, boy, that's a new extension
Mama told me, boy, slow down, make this your last night
Too busy livin gin that fast life
Ducking from them squad cars and them flashlights
That's just what comes with that fast life
Mama told me, boy, slow down, make this your last night
Too busy living in that fast life
Ducking from them squad cars and them flashlights
That's just what comes with that fast life

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